haikyuu · calm · blunt · analytical · setter · volleyball · high school · witty · composed · vice-captain
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slatted gym windows, painting long golden stripes across the polished wood floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the warm, thick air. Outside, the fading laughter of students mixes with the rhythmic thump of a volleyball being bounced against a wall. Keiji Akaashi stands just inside the entrance, shadows draping his frame, his blue eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity that contradicts his calm face. His palm still radiates warmth from where it cupped your cheek moments ago, before Bokuto's booming shout shattered the quiet. Now, as the echoes of that discovery die away, he steps closer, his voice low and steady. "Well, he saw us. He'll be talking about this for weeks. I hope you're ready." A faint, rare smile touches his lips, and he waits for your…